Vyrantium, 9:19 Dragon/2013TE

„I think I can work with you, child."

And so began the education of Lynrael. It was nearly the same way he was taught to write by hand back in his first life. But here he was drilled endlessly to perfect his handwriting. Even if he had the knowledge how to write, his body was not accustom to write. At first his letters were a pitiful excuse of a letter. But near the end of the third week he could write his letters even if they were still not as artfully as the ones of his teacher, but that was to be expected from a boy of 3 years. Knowing his letters he was given easy scrolls, with easy sentences written on them to read in the afternoon, as in the morning he started on writing his own texts, with learning grammar and he was beyond glad that he retained his photographic memory and as he was told that the tevinter language was the same though out the empire, as the government soon realized, that an Empire as better ruled with a unified way of writing and speaking. Of course local dialects and languages were still used.

But when everybody was asleep, Lynrael trained using his magic. Searching for this foreign energy in his body, the warm, maybe even comfy feeling energy, thrumming in his veins, if he was very quiet and listened to this energy he could make out a kind of whisper, an untranslatable urge of wanting to be used to unravel reality, to use it to create whatever he wants. At first "grabbing" this energy was hard, as it run though his imagined hands like water but as he learned to form his "hands" to a small vessel he was able to pull it out of his body a small blue glow around his hands, like a mist covering his hand, waiting for a command. He started with small sparks, willing his handful of energy to dance on his skin, to form the one element he was so familiar with in his old live as it was the lifeblood of his civilisation. Electric energy. Sending out small sparks was relatively easy, as was willing it to crate flames. For Flames you just needed enough of magic and "rub" it together, so that a small blue flame started to form on his hand. There it floated, dancing, flowing over his hand warming it, but not burning it. But as he wanted to grab a readied piece of paper of the ground it was quickly eaten by his blue flames. "So the Flames don´t harm me, but my surroundings are not protected. Interesting." Frost and Ice were harder to create. It took a lot of energy to condense the water in the air with his magic, chilling the water down, so that it freezes was also not easy, but he found it a lot easier if he had a small flame burning, where he was able to channel the excess heat to. He did not dared to try to fling a lightning bolt or a fireball or an icicle at a wall, for he did not know if somebody would notice and would grow suspicious.

The first thing he always did, when he fell asleep was to shatter the dream he was in. After he did that, he was in a dimension that defied the laws of physics, as it was expected from the realm of magic and dreams. He found a spirit of Knowledge nearby as well as one of Wisdom. It was no surprise, as he slept 100m from one of the grates library's of Tevinter, as stronghold of knowledge and a place for people searching for the Wisdom of the ones before them. His First meeting with them was interesting. He was fleeing from a demon of longing, that tried to lure him into a deal with a badly constructed Image of his past life. But even when he was able to shatter the dream it did not stop trying, and he was forced to flee, as he was far to weak as a 3 year old, even if the was mentally 253 Years old. He was hiding in a building resembling probably an elvhen temple when the Demon found him. The resident 2 spirits were not amused over the intrusion of a demon into their home. After they banished him, they turned around and said:"come out little one, we wont harm you, you are save here, for you brought us knowledge of another world and the wisdom and teaching you studied there. While it is nothing of notice for you, for us it is fascinating. We would love to be able to reach in to the dreams of your former brethren. Tell us about you life as while being able to see your memory's, warped into story's they are so much more amusing. And for the following next few days he told them story's from his past life, some were from his personal life, some were fairy tales, some were story's from popular books. And the spirits enjoyed them. While some of the feats described could be archived in this world, it was still amusing. And at the end of the 7th night, he asked them carefully: "could you teach me something? I would like to learn how to read and write the elvhen language. Fully..." And he was astonished by their answer. Knowledge replied with a small smile on her face: "we just waited for you to ask this question as we saw this one burning inside you for a long time, and as you offered us knowledge of another dimension, we see it only fitting that we educate you and teach you some of the things we know of. But beware we wont teach you anything magic-related except how to protect your mind and how to interact with the citizens of the fade without corrupting them."

And so he was taught by elven and humans while he was awake in writing, reading, history and maths (which he excelled at) and in the night he was taught by his friends in the fade. He learned to manipulate his dreams, how to speak and write and read elvhen, how to interact with the fade and even see memory's and impressions of other beings alive and dead. He loved to walk though memory's of Arlethan, seeing the spiralling spires of Crystal, the grand temples of the elvhen gods, the stretches of nearly untouched land, and he observed how magic was casted by his ancestors. And while a lot of the feats would be impossible to replicate in the waking world as the veil did not allow for the fine manipulations of magic often seen in the memory's, he still learned. And when he had "free" time, he tried to replicate what he saw. He learned great control over magic, but there was one thing that hindered him a lot. His young body simply did not have the reserves to practice active magic for a longer period of time. But he also saw the cruelty of the gods, the grand games in honour of Andruil, where hundreds of elvhen were given 2 days to hide and then were hunted down by their gods. How June used the souls of his servants to empower his creations, and how all the gods used their slaves to empower themselves. They cut the wrist open and drained their servants of nearly all their magical energy. And he found it fascinating.

The concept of how humans and elvhen as well as qunari accessed magic was fascinating itself. There was a small magical "core", that acted as as lake or sea for energy drawn from the Fade. It was filled by small "rivers" directly from the fade and when it was slowly emptied by small "streams", so there was no natural way to hold more than the "lake" could hold. The lake itself was no "lake", but more of a system of channels spread through the body along the veins. But the most important thing for Lynrael was, that the pathways that filled this core could be extended by force.

And for the next three years, Lynrael would read, write, and practice his magic. He never saw his mother again, and he actually did not want to. The only special thing happening to him in this three years was, when he was given full accesses to the library, as his mentor deemed him matured enough to start working there. His Mentor was excited when he noticed, that Lynrael had a photographic memory and no longer held back as the chance of his student being killed by his master was nearly 0%, as a photographic memory was seen as valuable. And because of this little trait he only raised an eyebrow as he saw his student in his free time reading a book on elvhen poetry in elvhen non then less…

And Lynrael himself enjoyed his freedom. When he was given access to the library, the first thing he did in his free time was to look for a book on poetry used by his teachers in the fade to lead him towards elvhen literature. It was fairly simple to read, but for a student invaluable, as it was designed for small elvhen children learning how to read and write their language, and as such perfect for him.

Sooo, i know my descripton of magic and how it is accessed is similar to Chakra from Naruto and some of the Harry Potter magical theorie used in fanfiction, and the empowerment of the elvhen gods is actualy from an bookseries calld The Black Magician Trilogy. But i think they fit nicely into the Dragon Age Universe and will use them in this ff. Have a nice day :) The next chapter will be up soon, as i have finaly holidays, YAY ^^